Enlightened in sight, feel, and deed,
In that very breath, echoes the end’s silent plead.
Reminded, happiness is fleeting and not in human embrace.
We craft memories to chase and keep moving forward.
Not to dwell in hoped-for memories but to embrace.

Hope, in an instant, turns fearsome, yet what propels us forward.
A steadfast belief,
to persist, to hope, and in His purpose confide.

In my soul, hope resides. with the universe, I abide